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Air is cold and stings my face
I count the storefronts as I pace
Each window's blank, but I don't stare
I'm only here to burn the air
The avenue is sharp and wide
The only thing I know is stride
The wind is screaming at my side
I push till all my thoughts collide
My shoes slap on the soaking ground
The bus wheels spin without a sound
My muscles scream but I don't mind
The ache is easier to find
My shoes slap on the soaking ground
The bus wheels spin without a sound
I'm pressing on with every mile
The rhythm keeps me in denial
The avenue is sharp and wide
The only thing I know is stride
The wind is screaming at my side
I push till all my thoughts collide
My shoes slap on the soaking ground
The bus wheels spin without a sound
My muscles scream but I don't mind
The ache is easier to find
My shoes slap on the soaking ground
The bus wheels spin without a sound
I'm pressing on with every mile
The rhythm keeps me in denial